Celestial Shadow
Prose Exploring Distortion
Copper tinted penumbra emitting from thine darkened potence, there is a deeper side to this madness and a hole of virulence. There we look but cannot see the seer of pain in such majesty as we see its contours, pulsating divinity of spirit consuming corpulence.
Your eyes it gives gold, aesthetic illusions of radiating contusions, as it hides its infinitesimal void and its hunger allures, of its opulence to avoid. Yet I look and do not see, in it only what it gives to me. A mask of glow and smooth edges, a slow burn in my soul now tethered.
Hues of comfort and conformity, we watch and behold the grace of its golden tongue, in eyes shadow it grabs at your integrity and you lose yourself slowly in its aether. This carapaced night in deep sorrow, hiding underneath its furrow grabs your spirit in small measures to make of nature morose.
What a villain, what a fiend, a deep-seated shade of invisible confinement. Its lies, they pull you in all the more as you allow its sin to remove your skin and takes from you what is underneath the matter, for it hungers for the lost within and of corrupting essence, it thrives.
A false entity of underworlds belonging, a serene imposter of elegance and grace, to be revered by the blind and hopeful of its desires, it longs to take of you more than just a taste. From the sun’s radiating core it steals to offer soft promises of ethereal blessings, of the sun it fakes, oh how it revels in your pain, a slithering leech hiding in sight plain.
The sun gives no illusion; it is large and owns its burning spear, to look is torture at its revealing light. It gives no remorse for highlighting of your hearts coarse trails, a burning path, of heated sand as you walk conflagrant towards truth’s searing grasp. Look for its harsh boons as it reveals in your pain, a molten titan hiding nothing if you dare hold its sight, longer yet and longer still, it costs you all thy might.
Copper tinted penumbra emitting from thine bodily reflection, keep close to your shadow and know its insurrection. Keep it close and sewn to your soul, or it will create a black hole of your soul’s celestial forbearance. It will take from you with no remorse and if it begins to reveal its saintly course, dare to stare into the depths of thy sun so as to reveal and repair your shadows beautiful scissions.
Sew those lines back, and return it to your omissions.
Thanks for reading Ilija Begic
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